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Beast


How can we work if we keep arguing Seems small things rupture as hell Why don't I just ring a bell For I can be the bell boy Running here and there, to please the Beast Yet I get the yell of a thousand cries Oh this Beast, nothing satisfies you I bring you fine diamonds Shimmering silver Lushing gold To see all in a pile before you You're such a child to some things A bigger Beast you are, with no lust I do adore yet disgust Oh Beast, what can I do? You use to be so simple As dissecting a honey-bee Beast, find what you seek By that near by creek Which lies besides the glamorous pile Your eyes dead and hollow I should refuse your calls Beast, you're the fault Digging your claws into me Dragging me in your own abyss With this last remark I leave your path Farewell, Beast
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